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My
little ship’s bow was pointed towards one of my favorite
destinations. It is a tropical lagoon enclosed by the steep, lush
hills of a full-climax jungle. But more importantly, I was also
sailing towards a “state of mind.” This idyllic bay would
provide me riches that are rarely savored in the low-grade mayhem
that we call The Modern World. The treasures I was seeking were
Simplicity and Solitude.
For
twelve days and nights, I would bask in a hideaway so pristine that
it had never been violated by a siren or a car alarm. There were
very few humans and most of my immediate neighbors were creatures who
lived in the Sea and the Sky. Occasionally, a smiling local Indio
paddled past in a hand-carved dugout canoe. The tranquility was so
visceral, that when a boat powered by an outboard motor passed by, it
was as jarring as a chain saw at a yoga retreat.
My
days of slow, quiet contemplation brought me both joy and sadness.
The regret was not for myself, but for the great mass of humanity
that is either strapped to the wheel of survival, or that is
hypnotized by their iDistractors. Both of these groups are rarely
able to break loose from their shackles and ponder The Big Stuff.
And
one of the biggest things that they cannot examine is the fact that
their servitude is not an accident. Their hidden masters, who steer
society, want the masses to either be struggling to just get by or to
be intellectually neutered as cyber-zombies.
If
this criticism of those I call The Malignant Overlords seems overly
harsh, that is probably because 99% of the people reading this are
blessed with basic human decency. But our rulers are empathy
eunuchs. They are control junkies. They want to run other people’s
lives – they want to run your lives. That is why they go
into politics or banking or media. Normal people who possess
conscience and compassion cannot believe that such dark souls
actually exist, but they do.
There
is a wonderful word to describe this. It is “kakistocracy.” It
means “rule by the worst.” Until recently it could be found in
dictionaries. But it was removed. Guess who had it deleted ... yep
… the kakistocracy.
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The
two goals of my little voyage that I mentioned earlier in this essay
… Simplicity and Solitude … are also concepts that the Big Kaks
focus upon. That is because they realize that undermining them and
keeping the people from embracing them, is vitally important to their
goal of ever-expanding power.
They
know that if the “useless eaters” suddenly realize that they do
not need all the tacky trinkets that help drain their wallets and
keep them on the wage-slave hamster wheel, they will lose a potent
control mechanism over them. If ordinary people recognize that stuff
is not an emancipator but a slave-master, then the
powers-that-shouldn’t-be lose much of their manipulative mojo.
And
so our leaders rulers steer us away from the
eternal, elemental values that provide true meaning to human
existence; and direct us toward materialistic phantom happiness.
They replace Truth, Beauty, Goodness, Family, and Community with
what??? Mark Twain figured it out 150 years ago when he said, “They
have converted a thousand useless luxuries into necessities.”
Another
aspect of “simplicity” is its anti-thesis which is “complexity.”
This is another control mechanism. The less self-reliant a person
is, the more dependent they are. When you have to hire an
electronics expert to fix your door lock, you know things have gotten
surrealistically complicated. A normal Joe used to be able to go to
the hardware store and buy a new lock which he could install himself.
Aside
from the financial savings of not having to hire a professional,
there is the additional cost of losing the satisfaction of being able
to fix something. And so another old-time value is strangled by the
Techno-sphere. And again, this “progress” is not accidental. It
deliberately keeps people on the wage-serf treadmill and lessens
their self-confidence.
*******
Solitude,
or time for reflection, is a great enemy to The Malignant Overlords.
They realize that if they do not divert you with the stress of making
ends meet or with electronic doodads, you might look more deeply into
the nature of the current power dynamic. It is an arrangement that
is obscenely beneficial for them - but not for you.
They
don’t want you to examine a fractional reserve banking system that
allows the already rich banksters to convert your $100 deposit into
$1,000 worth of loans backed only by empty promises.
They
don’t want you to look too closely at “representative government”
that actually only represents the interests of those who make the
largest campaign contributions.
They
don’t want you to use critical thinking when evaluating what the
news anchors spoon feed you. They particularly don’t want you to
question whether they are bothering to tell you the truth.
But
they do want you to become even more addicted to your Smartphones. They want you agitated about how many likes your latest
Facebook post will receive. They want you counting those re-Tweets.
Basically, they want you focused on anything but their latest
clandestine plan to lessen your rights, freedom and privacy.
Unfortunately,
there is another layer of malevolence that results from the pandemic
of screen addiction. And that demon is message control. Now that
the vast majority of people have abandoned traditional media and rely
on electronic sources, they are lowering the censorship drawbridge
and exiling all viewpoints that the Kakistocracy dislikes (and
fears.)
It
was a brilliant but evil strategy. Get everyone hooked on a single
stream of information and then control the dam that releases or
restrains that info. Thus, there is no need for bonfires of books,
when five years of blogging can just be “disappeared.”
*******
Often,
the evenings in this peaceful lagoon would seem like an encyclopedia
of birds. Herons and egrets would work the shoreline. A few
pelicans and cormorants would fish the surface. Swallows would
scream past the rigging chasing seemingly invisible insects. The
squawking parrots would head home to their roosting trees. And above
them all, a lone osprey would use its incredible eyesight searching
for just the right fish.
I
would wonder how many hundreds of years back could the ancestors of
these birds be traced. Nature usually moves so slowly and
majestically.
But
we humans are in such a hurry. We rarely allow ourselves an
opportunity to pause and be still and reflect. And we complicate our
lives so needlessly and so harmfully.
I
wish we could all find a quiet lagoon like this – a sanctuary where
we could immerse ourselves in the healing waters of Simplicity and
Solitude.
